“He is no friend of mine.”
“He was here?”
“Yes,” grumbled the dive-keeper.
“I suppose he called around to tell you he had secured that wonderful green diamond?” remarked Burt quietly.
Quick started. His nervous excitement was mirrored upon his face. Blair had secured the prize. The thought was galling.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” he said.
“You know very well I mean the diamond Cook told you about.”
It now broke upon the wretch that Enoch, in whom he had so deeply trusted, had turned informer. On all sides he seemed surrounded by enemies.
Mike groaned in very anguish of spirit. He cursed himself for having returned to his den.
“Cook never spoke to me about any diamond,” he said.